I didn’t tell him the deer bones were a substitute for human bones, or that I wanted to know if a man could be cooked in a smokeless, homemade oven in the backyard. Here, in certain circles, you don’t tell people you make up stories for a living. There’s no practicality, nothing to grasp with your bare hands. I’m surprised when people are impressed. It’s because they think there is money in it, and nothing will convince them otherwise.